Obligatory “this happened last year” time frame …
We had a tough time figuring out where to meet up — we lived about 35 minutes away from each other, and decided on a place equidistant and with a relatively quiet parking area.
The instructions from me to her were clear — don’t wear underwear, and bring some toys to play with while we made out.
It was never meant to escalate to what it did, but fuck we were both happy it did.
The moment we got in her back seat I could smell her wet pussy — not the gross it needs a cleaning smell, the “I am ready to be used and abused” smell.
We made out. Hard core. She had on yoga pants (I would’ve preferred she had a maxi dress or a skirt, but OpSec demanded otherwise. As we kissed, her crotch area was getting more and more soaked by the second as our lips hungrily went after each others and my hands slapped and pinched her tits.